I do. I love a game. I love a game you can only play once/day. I love a word game. I love Wordle. I think everyone should send Josh Wardle $5. I know, the New York Times already paid him, but seriously. Everybody plays. He deserves $5. From everybody. Wouldn’t that just be super fun?
Anyway, I often wake up in the middle of the night because I am HOT. If my heart is dancing too much, there is very little chance I am going to get back to sleep until it calms down. I don’t immediately go for my phone, because I know the blue lights will jump through my eyes into my brain and run around and keep me awake (Or something like that. I read an article. On my phone). If a lot of time goes by, I give up and read. I don’t think of Wordle right away. But…usually…I do eventually. Then I try to talk myself out of it, because I am just plain stupid in the middle of the night. I usually last about…a minute. Or a waiting person’s minute, which I think is about 18 seconds.
BUT then I have to pause, because I use a different starting word every day. I have to think about the upcoming day and pick a five-letter word that goes with the day. I really don’t expect lightning to strike and that I will get the word right on the first guess, but I can’t bring myself to utterly abandon the idea and use a plural s (no plural s in Wordle!). I am a stickler enough that sometimes I think of a word, but it isn’t quite enough about the day. Or I’ve used it before. Sometimes I re-pick TEACH when I am really not planning anything other than work and can’t think of anything else, but for the most part I don’t repeat often.
Yesterday, I was struck with SOLVE, because I was teaching math. Ack. A V in the first guess. No matter, it really fit the day. Imagine my shock and delight when I got LVE in the right place. IN THE RIGHT PLACE! I immediately thought, “OH. It’s delve.” I started putting it in, then stopped. I told myself to think. Consider. THINK. Thinking is so tricky at 3:10am. I put my phone down and cuddled back in bed. I told myself I would finish in the real morning, when I woke up again.
That lasted several minutes, I think. I was very busily thinking ILVE. ILVE isn’t a thing. Is it? ILVE.MILVE. TILVE. No, ILVE isn’t a thing. OLVE, no I used O. ULVE? No. Maybe. CULVE. DULVE. No. What about OLVE? YES! SOLVE! No. Not solve. Duh. ALVE? ALVIN? Does that work? It’s a name, but could it be a thing? NO. LVE! ALVE. BALVE. CALVE. Calve! It’s a thing. When glaciers fall down. When cows have calves. Would they use calve? Maybe only I know calve is a word. Wait. The NYTimes knows calve is a word. HALVE! Halve is a word. When you verb something in half that’s halve. Right? Yes. No. I don’t know. Look it up. No. More blue lights will get in your brain. Delve is still a word, isn’t it? Go to sleep. VALVE! Valve is definitely a wordier word than calve or halve or delve. Delve has two Es. I hate re-using letters. Why? Words have the same letter. It isn’t a thing. It is a thing. Use the same letter. Aughhhh. VALVE has two Vs. I can’t use two Vs. I can use two Es. Vs? No. But valve is a real word. A real-er word. Leave it until real morning.
I put in VALVE.
It was DELVE.
AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHH.
Then suddenly it was real morning and we were awake and I said, “Did you Wordle?” and he said, “No, I just woke up.” I said, “Wordle, so I can tell you what I did.”
Don’t you think Josh Wardle deserves an extra $5 for that much fun?
This one is hilarious. Sometimes you just can’t see that that yellow one is YELLOW.
Since you and Keith initially introduced me to Wordle over 100 Wordles ago, it’s become my little oasis in the day. The routine is to read the POTD blog du jour and then delve into Wordle. It’s nice to have something besides yoga that’s just supposed to be quiet time. Happy Wednesday!
One hundred days already! Wow. I wouldn’t have thought. I find it a joyful bit of time each day. Glad you are still enjoying.